What Really Bugs Me About August

Greetings, writers,

I just wanted to put a bug in your ear and make sure you remembered to change all your calendars to August. And, while you're there, I thought I'd pest you into reserving the 21st for CPWO at 7:00 PM.

August is the noisiest of months. It seems the crickets and cicadas are competing in a deafening crescendo.

Such ruckus is only rivalled by the rantings of every TV, radio, and newspaper ad, riddling us with back-to-school rhetoric . . . reminding us that summer is coming to an end.

But, what bugs me most are the unfinished projects - the ones that sit there on your shoulder and dangle their untied shoes where you can just about see them.

And then, the voices start. They say, "When are you going to finish that manuscript you started? Why haven't you sent that poem off to be published? And what about that letter to your poor old aunt?"

I think that's why I look forward to our meetings every month. If I say I agonized over the last word in the fourth paragraph for three hours, only to give up and scrub the grouting on the bathroom floor instead, I know someone there will probably understand why it made me feel better.

So, as summer sinks more quickly into the horizon each evening and you find yourself sinking as well, I hope you'll consider a lift from your friends, at least to the second floor of the Palmyra Municipal Building.

-Rita-